[Anne]

There was nothing for it he had to make his presence known to those who traveled the forests in search of Sil’rosia.

”The voice I do believe belongs to me!” he stated in his slow deep voice all traces of amusement now gone.

”what brings you to these forests Elf and human kind? What is it you seek to find?’ he demanded of them.

Many travelers found themselves lost in the thick mists. Some of those who were less intrepid than their friends were often seen to be departing the area with considerable speed.

Whispers could be heard everywhere… in the winter winds, the rains that fell from the sky; all talked of the heart of the forest reclaiming its birthright. The mists had covered the Blackbarch and Restwood Forests in the north through to the Tawnleaf and Fernsong in the south.

The travelers quest had just begun and everything would depend on their answers and responses if they wanted to be shown the way back to what had once been.